Then, Josh flashed a generous smile and patted Jameson on the shoulder, saying, "Dad is getting old, and recent events have taken a toll on him. It's time for him to rest. Come to me for work discussions instead of bothering Dad."

"That's right, Jimmy. You have a lot to learn from Josh—he's the president after all," Victor chimed in, reinstating his trust and respect for his eldest.

Jameson glared at Josh, his deep eyes spelling danger, but managed a humble smile. "Josh is indeed capable. I have much to learn from him. Josh, best of luck with your new project."

Leaving the study with a scowl, Jameson walked down the corridor. Josh caught up, calling out, "Jimmy, why the rush? Dad wants to have dinner with all of us."

"Do you really want to have dinner with me?" Jameson spun around and fixed his piercing gaze on Josh.

"Of course. Why not?" Josh broke into a smile, unable to suppress the glee from his recent victory. "I enjoy seeing you seething from losing out to me. More than anything, I'd like to see your disappointed face when you're seated across from your victim, who is now safe and sound. That must be really amusing to see."

afraid I'll have to let you down. I'll never waste my energy on trashy people

clicking his tongue. He did not clap back at Jameson because he was in a good

hurried over to Jameson, hushing when he

only one Mr. Schmidt in this family —me, the president of the

on the shoulder. "And you shall remain a

tossed the hanky near

been offended by Josh's previous insults, but Josh's final remark had utterly crushed him. His glasses could

company just because of a minor success?" Carl spat and

resort development project? Look into this later," Jameson gritted his teeth furiously

Schmidt." Carl handed Jameson a long stainless steel sanitization box with two hands. "Sir

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